Song may have secrets, many of them.
But secrets are secrets after all and cannot be mentioned or spoken. After all, as time goes by, secrets will be completely erased sooner or later.
In the academic competition, Song Ke, who came first in the competition, spoke as a representative of the graduate students. She was smiling and calm. Then, she saw an extremely familiar face.
Song Ke's smile suddenly froze.
The man in the audience looked fair and delicate, and showed no trace of what he had experienced before. Song Ke could not take his eyes off Dou Jia - his hair style had changed and his clothes had improved. There was a cup of coffee hanging on the table, and Song Ke frowned slightly - when she followed Dou Jia, he didn't like drinking coffee.
Dou Jia pretended to be calm, with a kind smile. He held the microphone, and his gentle voice was neither too loud nor too soft. It flowed out from the speakers on the top of the venue like water: "Teacher Song, do you think those vegetative people who are in a deep coma will know what others have done to them?"
Intention: I will always watch you